Spent last week in Miami Beach, partially for work and partially for play. This was the view from my room:
So that was cool.
Miami Beach was interesting and unexpected. I’d never been before, so I went in with stereotypes of non-stop clubbing and Real Housewives. I absolutely didn’t expect all the fabulous art deco and pleasant boardwalks. The weather was unfortunately gloomy and not beach-friendly while I was there, but the silver lining was it forced me to explore the city a bit more, and it was a lot of fun. I also realized I’ve been spoiled by Boston—we had to be very selective about where we ate in order to find vegetarian food.
The only thing that was really distasteful was the end of the trip, when I was treated like second-class shit by the airline employees checking my bag at the Fort Lauderdale Airport. I seemed to be only an extension of my boyfriend—the workers preferred to talk to him, treated him as if he were in charge of our group (it was my boyfriend, me, and another woman), and tried to do all financial transactions through him even though it was my credit card. It’s not an experience I’d really had before, at least not to that extent, and as a result I spent most of my time in the Fort Lauderdale airport fuming.
BUT, rampant sexism aside, it was a fun trip. I’m not sure if I would go back to Miami Beach without doing a conference there, but it was a good time. And those bartenders know their mojitos.